This choice: "Actually, I'm not done with you yet." A trip to Brielle's bathroom! • Go Back...Chapter #3"Actually, I'm not done with you yet.&#... by: BimboFuta   Cindy stopped as her foot tapped against the wood floor, and did a 180 with a wide, evil grin on her face. "Actually, I'm not done with you yet." Brielle puffed as she pulled her tight black jeans up her thick legs, giving a slight gasp as the panties no doubt rode up above the waistline of her jeans.
"I don't know how you got out of that, dork, but this time, you'll pay, with interest." Brielle growled, her wimpiness fully diminished at this point. "Will I?" Cindy smiled, cocking her hips to once side. As Brielle began to stomp towards Cindy, the taller girl stopped dead in her tracks, not out of any magical force of the phone, but out of sheer surprise.
Cindy had put her hand in the air, and was looking down at her phone, typing something! "Hey, nerd! What do you think you're doing?" Brielle was flabbergasted. "This is the part where you squeal like a wimp and beg me not to wedgie you too hard, remember?" Cindy just giggled as she entered in the command.
Brielle's eyes went wide as she felt her black jeans get even tighter, the back seam riding up into her big bottom, not only getting a wedgie from her panties, but getting a pants wedgie as well. Brielle blushed as she awkwardly put her hands behind her, trying to pick the jeans out of her bottom. Every time she successfully got them into a comfortable orientation, they slowly rode back up, making sure that the panties were still exposed.
Cindy had entered in: "Everyone's pants and skirts are super tight, and any pants, jeans, shorts, or legged bottoms will give them a nice wedgie as well." She was very much enjoying the effects of the command on Brielle, and wondering how it would effect others. "Ooh! Another idea!" Cindy giggled.
"Whenever Brielle gets a wedgie, she has to completely pants herself and make a very noticeable show of picking the panties out, including verbal self-humiliation." Cindy entered, smiling as she raised her gaze back up to her older sister. "Let's try this one out, huh?" Cindy smiled, spinning Brielle around as the taller girl was too distracted with her uncomfortable jeans to be on her guard. Before Brielle could do anything, Cindy had grabbed the panties and pulled up, the soft fabric shooting out of the black jeans up to Brielle's mid-back.
"Ow-how-how-owwie!" Brielle whined, getting up on to her tip-toes to avoid the wedgie as much as she could. Cindy couldn't contain her laughter and amusement, finally giving Brielle the payback she had always wanted to, in these humiliating panties, no less! "I can get used to this." Cindy thought to herself, giving a few more tugs on the panties before letting them snap back down, rumbled and sticking far out of Brielle's jeans.
Then, Brielle arched her back and bent forward slightly, sticking out her bottom, as if on display, and pushing her jeans down to her ankles. "Ugh! That was such a hard wedgie!" Brielle whined loudly, picking the panties out slowly before pulling her jeans back up. Once her jeans had settled back into their natural wedgie position, Brielle looked wide-eyed at Cindy.
"I don't know how you're making me do these things, but you'd better stop!" Brielle warned as she buttoned her jeans. "Or what?" Cindy smirked as she lifted up her phone, "Everyone sees my actions and words as normal, except for my bullies, who are humiliated and powerless to do anything against them." Cindy finished the command, and instantly Brielle's cheeks blushed just a bit redder.
Brielle glared at Cindy, "I don't know if this is some sort of dream I'm having, but when I wake up, you are getting the atomic of your life before you do my homework, twerp!" The older girl threatened with a confident smile. Cindy just laughed in her face, "Whatever you say, princess," before giving her another swift spank, causing Brielle to yelp out as her bottom bounced around in the tight jeans.
"I think brats like you need to be punished. Lord knows mom doesn't spank you enough. I feel like that'll change shortly." Cindy smiled. "In fact," Cindy raised the phone again, "Brielle gets daily spankings from mom, on top of getting her bubble butt smacked by mom every time they see each other." Brielle scoffed, "That's just ridiculous." "We'll see what happens at breakfast, then." The younger girl said confidently.
"But, before breakfast, I think there's something wrong with this picture." Brielle stood up straight, "Yeah, your panties aren't over your forehead yet!" She said with a big grin. "I was going to say the same to you!" Cindy replied cheerily. As Brielle was yet again caught off guard, Cindy gripped her panties tightly and gave one tug, the girly fabric stretching out over the black denim.
"Owie! Cindy, please stop!" Brielle pouted, her hands against the wall of the hallway as the wedgie brought her hips backwards. "Not until you admit who the REAL nerd is!" Cindy giggled, giving another firm yank, getting Brielle's feet off the ground for a moment as the popular girl's face smushed against the wall. "I'm the nerd, I'm the nerd!" Brielle spat out with no resistance, her cheeks a deep red as she blushed. "Very good girl!" Cindy smirked, letting Brielle's feet back down on the floor, her bottom bouncing around in the jeans once more as the force of the impact shook her.
As Brielle's face slid down the wall, her hands were already lowering her jeans to the floor. "Please don't give me such a big wedgie again!" She whined as she picked it out, shaking her bottom a bit before pulling the jeans back up tightly. Brielle shook her head after she was finished and glared at Cindy.
Brielle just groaned, "All right, loser, enough messing around. I think you need a nice view. How does a hanging wedgie sound?" Cindy tapped her chin, "Sounds like you really want one!" Brielle smirked as Cindy raised the phone to her mouth and said, "Brielle is in a hanging wedgie in her bathroom for the next hour." As the command finished, Brielle gasped and suddenly disappeared, and Cindy heard a loud, girly shriek from Brielle's room.
"Now, what to do with a free hour...?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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